The Day I Had My Passport Photo Taken



Posted: Friday, March 09, 2007

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I have creeped up slowly, although weeks, months, and years do seem to slip past me rapidly these day, upon the young age of 63 this year, or will it be 64 – never mind, doesn’t matter.

Over the years I have applied creams to my legs, my arms, my feet, my tummy, but somehow must have missed my neck and face with these magical compounds. Within the past few years, though, I was told on the tely ads that “age-defying" agents were available………..so I went shopping.

I bought the cream of all creams – the one that would not make your eyelids sag. Then, I bought the one that would rid your forehead of all wrinkles, save for a few, of course, which will always be there. I bought the anti-aging cream for around your mouth, which was supposed to aid in the disappearance of those wrinkles around your mouth – you know, the ones you got when you smoked – that was before you knew you weren’t supposed to smoke because of health reasons (yeah, right – you didn’t know smoking was bad for you??). I bought the cream that is supposed to eliminate those “ugly brown spots" they called them on the television ad.

Today, I was ready! I was going to get my passport photo done.

I dressed in my best turtle neck sweater (to hide the turkey neck I believe it is called at my age), put on three strands of silver chains to disguise what was lurking around the collar of that wonderful sweater, added make-up, which I rarely use any more, primped my hair with “Extra-hold" spray, and away I went. I had my new glasses on, too, which was a real bonus for me, as they just made my face look so great, due mostly to the clear frame, and those wonderful phony diamonds at the front of each arm. Yes, I was ready!

Ohmygoodness! Five minutes after countdown to “Please-don’t-smile-this-is-a-passport-photo-and-they-do-not-want-to-see-a-smile-on-your-face", the woman handed me my passport photos. I was in a state of shock I think.

My glasses had to be removed because of the reflection of the camera lens, every wrinkle that I thought was no where to be seen – WAS seen. My hair was askew regardless of the primping I had done (that darn wind did it again, I guess), and my “only-worn-today" makeup did not even show. I realized at that moment that I really AM 63 years of age, or is that 64?

I just looked at the kind lady and said, “that’s okay, no one but me and that security guard will ever see it anyway……pack them up and let me pay and I shall get on with life".

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» left by Jessie Eldora
 4 years 315 days ago.
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lol, it's my turn next year at 62, and I have a turtle neck, for the turkey neck.
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